Pathological Therapy Billionaire Bad Boy Box Set

by Brittany Dreams

  Agonizingly slowly, Curtis’ thick cock stretched her opening. He slid inside inch by inch, stretching her so fucking full. Her pussy clenched tight around him. She was so wet that she easily lubricated his entrance. She didn’t think it was possible to feel such exquisite pleasure. She never, in her life, would have thought she could take two cocks like this.

  “Oh my god,” Christine whispered.

  “Are you alright?” Curtis asked from above her. She didn’t move. She kept her eyes closed. Matthew’s breath below her tickled her neck. Curtis slipped in another inch. He was almost all the way inside of her.

  “Yes,” Christine responded even though she wasn’t quite sure.

  “Do you want us to fuck you like this Christine? Both of us?” Matthew asked from below her.

  Christine hesitated for a second. The burning pressure wasn’t quite comfortable. Finally she spoke up. “I want you to fuck me in the ass Curtis. This is too much right now.”

  She opened her eyes and saw Curtis nod. He withdrew gently and Christine relaxed. He had given her a taste of everything that she could work up to and it amazed her that there were so many things she had never imagined possible.

  Curtis’ moved his glistening cock to her ass. He parted her cheeks and plunged in. Christine moaned. That was it. This was the way she wanted to be filled. She closed her eyes and relaxed as Matthew started to move beneath her. Curtis thrust in tandem with Matthew’s movements. Together the two men fucked and filled Christine completely full.

  She didn’t have long to wait before her climax took hold of her. She arched into Matthew and begged for Curtis to fuck her harder. The sensations exploded around her, the room spun. Everything went bright white for a moment before fading into colorful spots that danced in front of her eyes.

  Matthew exploded below her. He slammed into her, pounding her pussy painfully with his climax. A few seconds later, Curtis roared out his own pleasure. He slammed hard into her asshole, filling her with his cum.

  Christine sighed in contentment. She was completely exhausted and utterly sated. She leaned back against Matthew, collapsing onto his chest. Curtis pulled out of her asshole but it was a long while before she could find the strength to move away from Matthew.

  When she stood her legs were shaky. She faced both men. Their eyes were glazed over with pleasure and she felt that her face echoed that same look. She knew she couldn’t possibly do anything more tonight. She needed time to rest and recover before she tried anything further.

  “You’ve done well Christine,” Curtis said. “Thank you very much for joining us.”

  “It… was… my pleasure,” she stammered, her face heating up. Curtis handed her the black dress she had long since forgotten.

  “If you go up to my room you can have a bath there and clean up.” Christine nodded. She pulled the dress on over her over sensitive skin and left the room, escaping to the bliss of a bubble bath upstairs.

  She hadn’t been in the tub long when she heard the door open and close behind her. Christine opened her eyes and saw Curtis, still naked, standing there.

  “Have you come to join me?” She asked, half teasing, half serious. She was delighted when Curtis nodded. He stepped into the massive tub and she shifted forward, making room for him to slide in behind her.

  She leaned back against him, feeling his erection in her back. “I can’t believe you’re ready again,” she whispered. Her stomach jumped, her exhausted body finding a little bit of life.

  “I would always be ready so long as you’re concerned,” Curtis whispered sensuously against the nape of her neck. Christine shivered with desire. “You’ve made me realize Christine, that, after years of doing this and feeling nothing but sexual desire, that it’s possible to feel something else. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I’ve never felt anything close to what I feel when I do this with you.”

  Christine’s body thrilled at his words. “I only agreed to do this because I wanted you. You know that don’t you?”

  “Of course.” Curtis said in his low, sexy voice. “I’m honored that you wanted me enough to agree to do something you would never have considered. Matthew and Nathan were impressed. I’m surprised that Matthew finally gave in and brought Rose. I didn’t think it was a good idea but you were the one who made sure it went right.”

  “What are you going to do now Curtis? The night isn’t over yet?” Christine leaned back against him, shifting so his erection dug into her bottom.

  “I thought you were tired.”

  “I am. I’ve never been so exhausted in my life.”

  Curtis laughed. “Well then, no need to rush. You see, I was going to ask you if you would consider seeing me again. Without payment… you know… like the rest of the world does.”

  Christine smiled even though she knew Curtis couldn’t see it. “You mean date? I might be able to consider it.” Christine said sardonically. Inside her stomach clenched hard. She couldn’t believe that Curtis actually wanted to see her again. “I did have a good time tonight but really it’s just you who I want.”

  Curtis groaned. He leaned into her, kissing her neck gently. “You are tempting me beyond what any man could resist, Christine.”

  She wriggled her bottom against him wickedly. “Then take me Curtis. Teach me more. I want you. I want to know all of you in every way possible.”

  There was a low chuckle beside her ear. Curtis reached up and stroked her breast, the hot water lapping at her as he moved. His other hand came around her waist, tucking her in tightly against him. “Tomorrow Christine. Or the day after. We have all the time in the world now.”

  Sighing in pleasure, Christine relaxed into Curtis’ touch. Somehow she was lucky enough to have been chosen by Curtis. He was incredible. He was sexy as hell. He would be her teacher and she, his willing student.

  Christine swiveled around in the bath. She opened her legs, sinking down on Curtis’ cock, filling herself full. She moaned. “I like the sound of that Curtis. I am very much looking forward to learning everything you have to show me,” she said, staring deep into his eyes. Curtis began to move gently, already finding the rhythm that would bring her into a crescendo of aching pleasure. Christine closed her eyes and surrendered completely to it.

  The End

  The Bucking Cowboy

  A Billionaire Western Romance

  Description

  When rising star journalist Lucinda Riley is signaled out for the undercover job of a lifetime she can’t refuse. Even if that job means going across the country to billionaire Tristan Ashford’s ranch to try and dig dirt for a juicy article of a lifetime. Posing as the ranch’s cook, Lucina has two weeks to make or break her career.

  Tristan Ashford, ex cage fighter, loves to spend his days on his ranch working with horses. He isn’t ready for the new cook who sweeps in and interrupts everything about his life. Not only does she invade his kitchen, he can’t get her out of his mind.

  Through a couple rough run ins and a fiery pitting of wills, Tristan and Lucinda find themselves growing closer than ever. An intense spark ignites into a smoldering fire. Lucinda never thought ending up in Tristan’s bed would be part of the job and she certainly never planned on him ending up in her heart. Will her newfound, fragile feelings be enough to protect Tristan or will she ultimately betray his trust and everything he holds dear for the sake of her career?

  Chapter 1

  Being summoned to Roger Parker’s office was never a good thing. Lucinda Riley’s boss was short, squat, and barrel chested. Most of the time he stalked around, red faced. He wasn’t exactly known for his calm collected demeanor or cool temper.

  “The summons of death,” Lucinda’s co-worker, Adam whispered. The twenty-nine year old, dark haired, thin journalist made it a point to catch her as she walked by his cubicle.

  Lucinda closed her eyes willing herself to remain calm. “It could be a raise you know,” she shot back, to which Adam only rolled hi
s eyes.

  “If it was a raise you would have heard about it already. I guarantee you, it’s the axe.”

  “I’ve been working so hard!” Lucinda clenched her teeth to keep from uttering a few choice words. She really had been working her ass off since arriving at the fashion and gossip magazine a few months ago. Fresh out of journalism school, she couldn’t believe that she’d landed her such a prestigious job of working as a writer. To her, it had always been her dream job.

  Unfortunately, she’d learned the hard way that dreams weren’t always a reality.

  “Good luck.” Adam whispered before scooting his chair back into his cubicle.

  “Thanks,” Lucinda mumbled, sure she would need it.

  She approached the huge, glassed in office at the back of the building. No one ever walked back to Parker’s office unless they were called and no one ever wanted to be called. It could only be a bad omen. Adam was right; she probably was going to be fired despite the glowing praises that her supervisor, Amy Wells, offered.

  Lucinda raised her hand and knocked lightly on the glass door. She saw Mr. Parker’s head snap up from whatever he’d been reading and he motioned her in with a flick of his hand.

  She pushed open the door, already trembling.

  “Lucinda. Please have a seat.” Parker indicated the uncomfortable looking leather chair perched in front of his desk.

  She obeyed without protest, pulling back the chair and plopping into it. The metal on the underside of the seat bit uncomfortably into the backs of her thighs.

  “You asked me to come speak with you?” Lucinda said, trying to keep her voice steady.

  “Yes. Your supervisor Amy has a great deal to say about your writing. Apparently you are quite talented. An original writer. Such a rare commodity.”

  “Oh.” Lucinda didn’t know what to say.

  Parker stared at her, his dark, beady eyes boring right through her. She dared to look him in the face and noticed how thin and pinched the man’s lips were. There were broken veins on the tip of his bulbous nose and his cheeks were always flushed a bright red as though he was always hot or angry, perhaps both. His hairline was receding and he had a few unattractive stray hairs clinging to the shiny bald spot at the top of his head.

  Despite his ugly exterior, Roger Parker was a writing genius. He had founded his magazine in the 80’s and kept it going through a time when no one was publishing, printing or hiring. He not only kept it going, he’d flourished.

  “I have a story that you might be interested in. I’ve just looked over your resume and it’s quite impressive. You graduated at the top of your class. You made specific mention that you always wanted to be involved with investigative journalism.”

  “Yes,” Lucinda said carefully. It wasn’t the kind of work that was usually offered while writing for a fashion and gossip rag.

  “It just so happens I’m looking for someone to take on a special project.”

  “Oh?” Lucinda leaned forward just a little.

  Parker nodded and the wayward stray hairs on the top of his head floated around. “Have you ever heard of Tristan Ashford?”

  “No. I don’t believe that I have,” Lucinda answered honestly.

  “He’s an ex cage fighter. He’s made billions off of it. Not just fighting but his brand. Now that he’s retired he owns a ranch and keeps his brand going strong. The money just pours in.”

  “Alright…”

  “It doesn’t strike me as quite right does it? He was investigated a couple years by the IRS for something. None of us really know, no matter how much digging I’ve done, what they were after him for. He’s hiding something and I want to be the first to break the story.”

  “What made you think of him now? Why not when the IRS was doing their work?”

  “No press could have got within an inch of his ranch or the man himself while all that was going on. He’s been pardoned or cleared or whatever. They found nothing. This magazine needs a good story to get the readership back up. This is just the kind of thing that would make or break a career.” He stared pointedly at Lucinda who shrank back an inch under the intense stare. “Do you want the job or not?”

  “Just to be clear, where exactly is it? And how would I get an in? I don’t know the guy or anyone who does.”

  Parker grinned, a devious look that didn’t help his already wretched features. “Don’t worry about the in. I already have it arranged. If you agree to take the job you’ll be provided with a fake ID and a background story. You’ll have all the proper credentials at your fingertips.”

  “Credentials?”

  “It seems that Mr. Ashford was hiring for a cook. I sent a fake resume and received a positive response. If you want the job, you start on Monday.”

  “Exactly… where is it?” Lucinda asked again. The word ranch evoked a deep seated mistrust of the country and all that entailed.

  “Texas.”

  “Texas.” Lucinda echoed flatly. “But we’re in New York.”

  “Texas,” Mr. Parker said again, choosing to ignore her protests. “Do you want the job or not? Remember Lucinda, this is exactly the kind of opportunity that most journalists kill for.”

  “Yes,” she stammered. “Yes I want it. Monday though? That’s only three days away.”

  Parker slapped his hand on the desk, scaring Lucinda out of her wits. She nearly jumped a mile out of the chair.

  “I know it’s short notice but our office has everything ready. I’ve prepared a package for you.” He reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a folder.

  Lucinda opened it when he set in front of her, shocked to see a fake driver’s license from Texas as well as a false degree from some culinary school she didn’t recognize. She didn’t even want to ask how her boss had obtained the papers or talk about the risk being caught using them fraudulently.

  She finally looked up to find Mr. Parker studying her intently. “Pleased to meet you Miss Tina Stanfeld. You’ll stay for two weeks. Gather all the information you can in that time and report back only to me. Do you understand? It’s imperative this is kept a secret. I’m approving holiday leave for you for that time. Of course it’s just so the other employees don’t ask any questions. Do we have an agreement?”

  Parker stuck his stubby, large hand out over his desk. Lucinda hesitated for only a moment before she shook it.

  Chapter 2

  Tristan Ashford hung his Stetson on the ancient hat rack by the front door and kicked off his boots. He knew May and Matilda, his two housekeepers, would have an aneurism if he walked in, his boots caked in mud.

  He’d been out all morning working with the new horse they were trying to break. Storm was feisty enough to try any man’s patience, even Tristan’s and he was well known for his calm, gentle manner. He was reputed to be the best horse trainer on the East side of Austin. He prided himself in the quality and personalities of his horses.

  His hands had long ago retired for lunch but Tristan stubbornly kept at it. Finally, after the last time being bucked off into the dirt, he decided to call it a morning and go in for a break.

  After his other cook Betty left to get married, Tristan had been without anyone in the kitchen for over two weeks. His hands had complained bitterly when they had to fend for themselves. He’d tried one man but he had to be let go within a day. His food wasn’t any more edible than what the men could scourge up on their own. Today was his lucky day. A new cook meant better fare. At last he hoped.

  Tristan walked through his massive, ranch style house. It had once belonged to his father before cancer had taken him. Tristan never knew his mother. It had just been him and his dad. He’d grown up rough and tumble which was what made him such a good fighter.

  The house wasn’t modern and could use some updating. He knew he should open up the rooms and make the kitchen and dining room all one area. The whole thing could use a fresh coat of paint and new ceilings. Tristan knew it, but he’d been
reluctant to do it. A part of him wanted to keep the place exactly as he remembered it.

  The dining room table had been set already and when his new cook made an appearance carrying some type of casserole dish he grinned.

  The woman was slightly built. Her tight fitting dark jeans and white t-shirt were covered up by a clean, freshly starched white apron. She looked too young to have received so many glowing references on her resume. Her green eyes sparkled and her sandy hair, not quite blonde and not quite brunette but a shade somewhere in the middle, shone. The light spilling in from the large windows illuminated the golden highlights. Her face was heart shaped with high, delicate cheekbones and lush pink lips. She didn’t look to be wearing any makeup but then again she didn’t need any.

  Tristan blinked when he realized he’d been caught staring at her. She must have said something and was waiting for a response.

  “What’s that?” He asked. “Sorry I got bucked off a horse a few too many times this morning. My head is still ringing.”

  “That’s alright,” the woman said. Her voice had the most pleasant, lyrical lilt to it. “I was just introducing myself. I’m Tina Stanfeld.” She stuck out a tiny, well-manicured hand and Tristan took it.

  He couldn’t help turning it over, inspecting the white palms. “For a cook your hands are sure clean and dainty looking. You don’t sound like you’re from around here either.”

  “Oh.” Tina blushed. She quickly pulled her hand away but not before Tristan noticed the tremor that ran up her arm. “I moved to Texas to study. My family was from Washington before that. Mom and dad still live there. As for my hands being clean, I pride myself in good hygiene. Shouldn’t every cook?”

  Tristan smiled despite the wariness that he instinctively felt with every single stranger. “Touché miss Stanfeld. I suppose they should.” He stuck out his hand again. “Tristan Ashford. As you’ve probably already guessed.”